My mother is home from the hospital, having, as she says, "convinced" them that she was well enough to leave, and I'm on the phone with her, checking in.
"But keep your thoughts on Anchorage, Alaska," she says in her rough voice. "The earthquake and the tsunami there."
I admit that I haven't read up enough on it, and she says, "Well you should do some research on it for your Four Each Day."
One year ago: "I'm Here To Rescue You"
Two years ago: Pocket Picked
Three years ago: Bird Poem
Four years ago: A Crowded Subway Is No Excuse
Ten years ago: L'esprit de l'escalier and The Power of Music